Analgesia

Sleeping underneath my skin the plague seeps through my bones
Malignant the soul inside of me, dreamt to fly destined to drown.
It gets darker in my head when air grows thin,
Don't promise me the heaven when I can feel the hell within.
Can you tell the dead from alive with a look into the eyes.
Because when I anesthetize my pain,
I kill the parts of me that yearn to stay alive.
My brain wanes comatose my skin ready to wilt.
The bones will annihilate to the ashes they were built.